In March, the land of Guanzhong is green, the land is full of life, the wheat fields on both sides of the official road have been exposed to the bright new green, and an army is slowly marching on the official road, and each soldier carefully controls the horses under his crotch, for fear of trampling on the hope of the people for a year. The person in the middle was dressed in white, his eyebrows were heroic and awe-inspiring, his eyes were deep, looking at the east from afar, and he seemed to see everything in the distance through these thousands www.biquge.info of miles of rivers and mountains, all the people and things about him, all the people and things he cared about, were they all okay?

"Sicheng, there is Qingyuan County in front. What are you going to do next?" Zhang Anbei's words on the left pulled Wen Sicheng's gaze back from afar, Wen Sicheng looked at the city of Qingyuan County and said: "What's next?Of course, is to go to the Drunken Immortal Tower to taste the immortal drunk!" Zhang Anbei exclaimed: "You are far away in the northwest, and you also know that the immortals are drunk?" Wen Sicheng smiled and said nothing, He Yifan looked at Zhang Anbei salivating and said, "Is the wine very fragrant?"

"Incense. ”

"How fragrant?"

"So fragrant!"

Suddenly, the horse under He Yifan's crotch shot out like an arrow and rushed towards Qingyuan City. Zhang Anbei said to Wen Sicheng speechlessly: "Your junior brother!" Wen Sicheng looked at the sky with infinite sadness, and after a long time, he said dejectedly: "The master is unlucky!"

Qingyuan City, more than 50 miles in a radius of Chengchi, after two generations of dynasties spared no effort to build, now to Chengguan in the famous traffic fortress, here water, land and water, the business travelers from the south to the north will be here as the last stop before entering Beijing, no matter where you come from there to rest here for a few days, let yourself have a new state to face those noses on the top of the head of the imperial capital. The south of the city is the commercial street of Qingyuan City, the flower boat wine shop, the Qinglou gambling hall is lined up, the middle section of the street is the famous drunken fairy building of Qingyuan City, the three-storey façade, the dragon flying phoenix dances on the front door of the vermilion lacquer and writes the three words "drunken fairy building", the left and right sides are a pair of long couplets, the upper joint book "the dragon liver and phoenix marrow in the world is not as good as the old lady leek", and the lower link is "how to defeat the ten thousand fine wines in the world".

"What a big breath!" He Yifan stood at the door of the drunken immortal building and said contemptuously, and then stepped in with the hem of his robe, and entered the door, the hall was overcrowded, and as soon as He Yifan entered the door, a person who looked like a little second enthusiastically stepped forward and said: "Guest officer, please" He Yifan stepped in and said to Xiao Er: "Prepare a good private room, I have a friend who will arrive later." I saw that the little two sides were embarrassed, and said timidly: "Objective, you are afraid that you are the first to come to our store, and you don't know, the rules of our boss's wife, there are three on the second floor of this drunken fairy building." "Oh?" He Yifan was curious at the moment, "What about the three don't go up?" Speaking of this, the little two seemed to have a smug look on his face and said: "The drunken immortal building is not up to the three, one of them is that whether it is the Jade Emperor or the peddler's pawn, those who can't pinch this dragon stone can't go up." I saw that Xiao Er took out a few black stones the size of walnuts from his waist, He Yifan looked down and said, "What's so difficult about this." After that, he took it, and held it in his hand with a drum of five stones in response to the sound, Xiao Er's heart was shocked, this dragon stone was taken from the top of Kunshan, hard as iron, and there were very few people who could break one in ordinary times, and this person actually pinched five pieces between his hands. He Yifan said proudly: "What about the second?" Xiao Er was in awe, and arched his hand and said: "The second is that you can't fill in this anagram." As he spoke, Xiao Er took out a roll of rice paper from behind the counter and slowly unfolded it, only to see a circle of boys neatly written on it, writing "Ma Rufei was drunk and returned to enjoy the flowers when he woke up slightly from the wine", He Yifan looked at the boy on the rice paper, read it repeatedly, and gradually dense beads of sweat oozed out of his head, and the guests around were looking at He Yifan. At this moment, a smile came from the door: "Go back to Ma Rufei to enjoy the flowers, go to Ma Rufei and have a weak wine, and when the wine is slightly awake, he is drunk, and when he wakes up, he is drunk and returns to enjoy the flowers." Let your kid read more books, and see if you are thrown back to grandma's house with this face. "The person who came was dressed in white and had starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and he was gently holding a sword in his hand, and beside him was a majestic man, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his body exuded a kind of rebellious aura. The man in white said to Xiao Er: "Little Second Brother, can you pass this second level? The little second was just about to open his mouth, only to hear a coquettish shout from the second floor: "Show a fart, Wen Sicheng, you still don't want to roll up for the old lady." ”

As soon as the coquettish sound sounded, Wen Sicheng and the three of them were stunned for a moment, Zhang Anbei looked at Wen Sicheng with copper bells in his eyes and said: "General Wen, the general's headquarters is still outside the city, and he doesn't dare to stay for a long time." Farewell"

He Yifan also arched his hand and said: "General Wen, the grass people suddenly feel deeply unwell, and now they can't accompany the general anymore, let's meet again." With that, the two turned around and were about to leave the Drunken Immortal Building. At this moment, another coquettish voice came from the second floor: "I want to see who dares to step out of this gate today!"

Zhang Anbei and He Yifan's bodies seemed to freeze at the moment, they turned around slowly, and looked at Wen Sicheng as if begging for mercy, Wen Sicheng smiled awkwardly, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands. Zhang Anbei was immediately furious: "You are so immortal, which immortal is drunk?" He Yifan also said angrily: "Yes! Yesterday I was still concerned about the world, and today I came to buy drunk, I really despise being with you." Wen Sicheng seemed unmoved, but said lightly: "Can't you go up?" I saw Zhang Anbei and He Yifan suddenly silent, trembling and following Wen Sicheng slowly upstairs, and came to a room on the second floor, Wen Sicheng was just about to raise his hand and knock on the door, and the person inside shouted again: "Don't roll in yet." Wen Sicheng felt helpless at the moment, and gently pushed the door with his hand to open in response, only to see that the room was magnificent, the calligraphy and paintings on the four walls were all from the hands of famous artists, and there was a white jade table of eight immortals in the middle of the room, and there was a young woman sitting on the table, wearing an apricot long skirt, her hair was in a high bun, and a few strands of green silk naturally hung down on her cheeks, obviously a fairy-like woman, but there was a faint domineering expression between her eyebrows, and she saw Wen Sicheng and a few people standing in the room, just silently watching and not speaking. Behind the woman, an elf-like girl smiling, looked at the three of them. For a while, the needle drop in the room was quiet, and Wen Sicheng and the three of them were silent like children since they entered the house, and after a long time, Wen Sicheng just spoke: "Big... The woman's apricot eyes glared, "What?" Wen Sicheng immediately changed his words and said, "Snow. . . Sister Xue!"

The woman seemed to be in a good mood when she heard it, and smiled; Zhang Anbei and He Yifan were relieved, only to see Zhang Anbei looking at the standing woman and saying: "I haven't seen Xiaohe so old for a few years, come, give my brother a hug!" After a sound, I saw a silver chopsticks sliding over his head and inserting them deeply into the column behind him, Zhang Anbei was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat, and said to the woman on the table: "Sister Xue. The woman glared at Zhang Anbei and said angrily: "I haven't cleaned you up for a few years, is your skin itchy, come on, let me clear your skin today!" Zhang Anbei has been crisscrossing the field for more than ten years, where he has seen him like today, like a child at a loss, and immediately sent a look of help to Wen Sicheng, and saw Wen Sicheng and He Yifan one bowed his head and stroked the sword, and the other looked at the calligraphy and painting on the wall seriously, as if Zhang Anbei did not exist at all, Zhang Anbei said helplessly: "Careless in making friends!" Turned around and came to the woman's side, picked up the tea set on the table, carefully poured a cup of tea and put it in the woman's hand and said, "Sister Xue, it doesn't matter if you are tight for me, but I'm afraid that you will be tired, let's save it!" "Poof!" I only heard the little lotus laughing beside him: "Third Brother Zhang is so not ashamed, every time I ask Miss to save it for you, I don't know how many big baskets I have saved over the years!"

This person is none other than Zhuo Haoran's eldest daughter Zhuo Xueying, when Wen Sicheng was first selected by Zhuo Haoran to enter the General's Mansion, the eldest Qiao Tianyu was only seventeen years old, and the youngest He Yifan had just turned ten years old, Zhuo Haoran disciplined her a few times, but it didn't get better, and finally he simply went with her. In Zhuo's Mansion back then, Zhuo Xueying always regarded herself as an elder, and at first Wen Sicheng and others were dissatisfied, but who knew that Zhuo Xueying had also practiced martial arts since childhood, and her martial arts were only stronger than a few people, and later she was beaten miserably every time she had a trick with Zhuo Xueying, and over time, Zhuo Xueying also took care of these new younger brothers, and several people did go all the way down like sisters and brothers, and they have always been "Sister Xue" self-esteem, if one person is wrong, it is a very good meal, even after marrying Qiao Tianyu later, the title of Sister Xue must not be changed, and even Qiao Tianyu must not be called wrong.

When he was a teenager, that bit by bit seemed to be distressed all of a sudden, Zhuo Xueying looked at Wen Sicheng in front of him, he had the same heroic and awe-inspiring temperament as him, and he laughed like a spring breeze like him.

"Ying'er, this time I and my father-in-law will protect Your Majesty to pacify the northwest, and I will ensure the peace of my frontier for a hundred years after a war, and then I will take you to see the water in the south of the Yangtze River, the mountains in the northwest, let's go all the way, where do you think it is good, just stay and have a few children, and raise them to adulthood, okay?"

The majestic man turned away in a dashing manner, but he didn't want this parting to be a permanent decision, and all he could wait for was the broken armor and a broken sword. Seeing Wen Sicheng, who was not yet eighteen years old at the time, holding the armor and sword of her father and husband, Zhuo Xueying's heart was like a knife, and Wen Sicheng knelt so much, lowered his head, and didn't say a word. Many years later, Zhuo Xueying knew that the young man who was kneeling in front of her at that time silently made a miserable oath in the pouring rain. Thinking of this, Zhuo Xueying's smiling face slipped two lines of tears, Wen Sicheng and the others immediately became anxious when they saw it, Zhang Anbei hurriedly said: "Sister Xue, don't cry! Or you can clear the skin now!" He Yifan also said: "Yes! Sister Xue, is it because of Wen Sicheng, this kid! Sister Xue, don't worry, I won't clean him up for you!" Zhuo Xueying suddenly burst into tears and laughed, looked at He Yifan with tears in her eyes and said, "When can you beat him?"

Seeing Zhuo Xueying's face with a smile on her face, Wen Sicheng and the others were relieved, but they didn't know that although several people seemed to be afraid of Zhuo Xueying, it was not that they didn't talk about their opponents, but when she was young, Zhuo Xueying did treat several people as younger brothers, and in addition, Zhuo Xueying lost her father and husband overnight in the battle of Kunshan, which made Wen Sicheng and several people feel guilty and dare not face Zhuo Xueying.

At this time, Zhuo Xueying's eyes were stunned, and her jade hand slapped the table and said to Wen Sicheng: "Why don't you kid hide? Stay in the northwest! What are you doing when you come back? As soon as you heard that you were imprisoned in the palace by the little county lord, you couldn't sit still? You have no conscience! My father handed over the Tianji Pavilion to you, but you slapped your ass and went to the northwest, are you worthy of my father? If it weren't for me, who do you think gave you the information of the barbarians?" Wen Sicheng was speechless by her whole robbery, a handsome face was red to the root of his ears, and when he heard the last sentence, he was shocked: "Sister Xue, that person is you?"